Centre street is quiet.
The cars move, but it’s like a blanket has fallen on a busy city.
The clouds are low,
And things feel soft,
Flags waving over City Hall Park,
The leaves rippling as the crosstown bus moves past.
The financial district is slow and steady and quiet tonight.
Even the city that never sleeps,
Needs to rest its heart once in a while.
My soul rests besides Broadway tonight.